INDIE TRIBE – Below The Belt Freestyle

Lyrics: Below The Belt Freestyle by INDIE TRIBE

Nate Rose got my stock goin’ way up

Yeah, ok
Mary had a little lamb
And He the reason I’m the goat
I wanna learn to walk on water
Yeah I just wanna buy a boat
I know I’ve always had a problem just doin’ what I’m told
God sneezed in my face boy, this a different kind of cold (That’s cold, I’m callin’ the police)
If you a dog, than I’m Goddard [*bark, bark*]
Don’t even bother, I left the dark side and met my father (Yes)
It turns out that I’m a Skywalker
I get them hands high without a chopper (Brrr)
Dummy
The whole tribe goin’ Kirk and I ain’t talkin’ Franklin (Nah)
Life put me in the dirt and I forgot to thank him (Thank you)
Cause then it led me to the church and I don’t mean a sanctum
These boys’ ego titanic, think it’s time I sink ’em
Yeah I lose it, I drink lucid
You couldn’t cancel me, you didn’t choose me
Said it’s impossible, I’m Tom Cruisin’
It’s swingin’ low but I got no contusions
Heard Lucy tryin’, that boy Jon abusive

I put my ten thousand hours in her twenty thousand nose
But I came back from every one of ’em with forty thousand flows
To serve a hundred thousand fans with just a handful of my bros
There’s some things you can’t control
And I’ve accepted we’ve been chosen (This is special)
They try to take the vest from use like Danny Ocean
We just walk and talk while pride and ego got you like Dan DeVito (That’s really short)
When life get foul you never get to take a single free throw
But I’m gon’ chill out on the bench if y’all repayin’ evil with evil
I Evel Knievel over the B-S
Some people in my contacts that I ain’t ready to see yet
Cause I’m still workin’ now how I can work on my resentment
Hit me low below the belt, ain’t comin’ back without protection (Where’s my cup at)
Little ceasar keep the verses hot-n-ready
Tribe full of beasts, they found us wandering the Serengeti
My knees are weak and my palms sweaty
At Holy Smoke the fans throw up they hands like eatin’ Marshall’s moms’ spaghetti

Ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-right below the belt-belt-belt
Yeah belo-below the belt
Lowblow

Okay
Christian, but I isn’t no political figure
Made in Yahweh’s image, I don’t fit in your picture (I don’t)
I grew up where cops pull up and call you a nigga
So I can’t pretend that a party got my interests considered
Look, I’m a family guy, I turned a saint from a sinner
But if you disrespect lil baby
Pow right in the kisser (Pow, right in the kisser)
I don’t earn my Stripes, I look a little like Tigger (T-I-double G-er)
They used to put me down, but now I’m pick of the litter
I pick up a pencil, a pen and then I pen in the pissle
Officially I left the tree alone, like switching to Kindle
I thought in 2021 I hit my biggest potential
Then it tripled, guess my faith was just a little too little
A mustard seed is what you need, huh
Little livin’ water plus the sun will grow a tree, huh
Obedience be the fruit, and Putin even bow a knee when Jesus come through clouds and breeze
Yeshua is more correct if I perfect the exege-

What y’all thought this was?
Indie tribe wasn’t gonna come off the top rope and drop a album upon your head top
You buggin’
It’s four horsemen
I’m the saddleback runnin’ up on you like a stampede
Just when y’all thought we was down
Y’all turn your back on us and by the time you turn around
Bop, we got you right below the belt
Come on, you know what’s happenin’
(You know what’s happenin’, you know what’s happenin’, you know what’s happenin’, you know what’s happenin’)